She was running.  She wasn't sure where, but she knew it was the best thing to do. She knew what she had just done meant trouble. But.. when someone provokes you and has you backed into a corner, you have to stand up for yourself, right? Most of the time, it's true. But when you use physical contact to get out of those situations, it may be best to keep your hands to yourself. 

A few minutes ago, a group of older kids stood in a semi-circle around a girl backed into a corner, another girl, and a guy holding the girl back. The girl in the corner held her backpack by her side and was slightly cowering. The girl being held back by the guy was screaming profanities at her, trying to start a fight. 

"Come on, cunt. You fuckin' scared? Huh? Fight me, bitch! FIGHT ME!"

The girl in the corner dropped her bag. She looked slightly scared. The crowd was yelling too, trying to make the girls attack each other. The guy let go of the girl and let her get into the other girls face. She had her arms flailing around, pointing at the girl in the corner, calling her names. The girl back up a bit, getting herself ready to try and do some damage, which the crowd was calling for. This was the girl in the corners chance. She could run. She could get out of there and never worry about this again. 

"I'm going to fucking kill you, Psyche. You're fucking dead... Touched my boyfriend... I'll teach you.." 

She was about to charge. The girl in the corner, Psyche, watched her. She was sure this girl would start dragging her feet along the ground like a bull and charge at her. Psyche, however, changed. The cowering stopped. She stood up straight, facing the girl. A smirk pulled across her face. The other girl raised her brow at the change. Psyche dropped her bag, and within seconds, both girls were on the ground. Psyche had run at the girl, hitting her with a sort of spear. The crowd backed up out of their way. Everyone went quiet, not knowing what to do. The girl was pretty much out, having hit her head pretty hard on the concrete. The guy from earlier picked up Psyche, pulling her away from the girl. He spun her around, now getting in her face. 

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you psychotic?" 

He pushed her slightly. Psyche's jaw clenched. She wasn't down with a guy putting his hands on her like that. Her arms shot up and she caught his nose with her knuckles. He staggered back, hands immediately going to his nose. Blood almost immediately started to flow. She gave him a half smile, ducked down quickly to grab her bag, and bolted. 

And that's where it left off. Psyche was running. This was just the start of the fights she would get into in school. Most started in year 9, usually with older kids. It continued on through the years. People always seemed to have a problem with her. Girls didn't seem to like when she'd get close to their boyfriends. At the start, she didn't mean to. She just found it easier to be friends with boys. But soon, she was doing it on purpose. Seeing how far the boys would go. And she'd be sure the girlfriend found out. She got the reputation of being a slut. It was inevitable. She didn't care, really. She thought it was fun. She started to like getting into fights. Luckily, she would tend to get away with things. She'd make sure she was near a security camera, let the other person start things off, making it seem as if it wasn't her fault. And then she'd let loose. 

It continued on like this for years until she finished school. Afterwards, she started to work out more. Started to actually build some skill. She taught herself most of the moves. She used her male friends as punching bags and she'd try moves on them. The men liked it because they got to play with a girl in the ring, but at the end of the day, she was the one bragging about kicking the guys ass. She did this for a while until she found a trainer. Someone who knew more about the wrestling world, since she had been interested in that more than anything. Not long after, she decided to move to America to take part in Indie wrestling, knowing full well that that would be the best way to get where she wanted. That's where she's at today. She had put together videos and other things to try and get herself a bit more known. Some people caught sight of it and she was in. But it was really a trial at this point. To see if she was cut out for it. 

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(I'm setting this on the night of the next show. Cause it makes my life easier or something)

Psyche was now in a parking lot of a bar. She was told to show up there to check everything out. Apparently there was a show that night and it would be best if she was there to check it out. She kind of stuck out quite a bit. She liked to dress rather eccentric and she would normally get some stares. She never minded, really. Tonight was a bit different. The crowd seemed pretty cool, most excited about the show they were going to be attending. They didn't pay much attention to her. She was just another pretty face at a wrestling show, which isn't really all that normal, is it. Ah well. There were so many other women to pay attention to. 

She stepped into the venue and looked around. There was a table set up near the entrance selling and taking tickets. Psyche sauntered over and quietly gave her name. The girl sitting there nodded and stamped her hand. Free entry. Score. She guessed they were expecting her, since the person she was in contact with told her to be there. The girl explained that there was a bar behind her and the back room was in a room behind the large ring in the centre of the bar. She told Psyche that she was welcome to head back there when she wanted. Psyche didn't feel as comfortable with that idea, since nobody really knew who she was, but would consider checking it out later, maybe. She ventured in towards the bar, hoping to grab a beer. She was there much earlier than when the show would start, so there were really only a couple early-bird fans and a few of the wrestlers out and about, she assumed. Most probably just got there and were taking a break before getting things started. 

Psyche got to the bar, surrounded by a few random people. She had no idea who they were, honestly. The bartender was a woman who was cleaning and taking other orders, completely ignoring Psyche. Every time she'd walk by, Psyche would try and get her attention with an arm raise or a meek "Excuse me". Nothing. Nothing at all. 

"Excuse me.."

Ignored.

"Excuse me, love..."

As if she was invisible.

"DUDE!"

That got her attention... and everyone else's around the bar. She smiled awkwardly and the bartender came over. 

"Sorry... what can I get you?"

"Thanks. Just a beer, please, love."

"Anything in particular?"

"Whatever is on tap. Surprise me. Something dark, preferably."

The bartender nodded and got to work. She had a few people watching her. Now she got the attention that she'd normally get. The people wondering who she was and why she was there. Also maybe a little taken by her accent. She was from England. A lot of people seemed to like the accent in America. Her beer was placed in front of her on the counter. She handed the girl a bill and some coins. She turned her body to face the ring, scanning the area and the people. She was so intrigued by this. These things were so different from back home. Even indie stuff was different. She liked the idea of a venue being in a bar. She was pretty content with the whole thing. She took a sip of her beer, still scanning the area around her. She then heard a voice from the left. 

"You new around here?"

She turned her head to look at who was speaking to her. 

"Umm... I am, yes. I've never been to anything like this."

She smiled and watched the person now standing beside her.